Hammocks

What is it about a hammock

that can send you into a trance?

Is it the gentle

                         swaying

                                       motion?

The way it swallows

your body

 up?

Match that with warm weather

 and a cool breeze

shhhhhhhhh 

and you have the recipe

 for complete

 and utter

laziness. 

It is a mystery to me how merely r

                                                          o

                                                                  p

                                                                        e

tied

and

twisted

 together

can cause one to be

 so at ease and

hmmm 

so relaxed.

ahhhhh

Feet

My Feet

My feet, my feet,

I love my feet.

I think they're great,

I think they're neat.

They're pretty, pink,

and picturesque.

They look so perfect

on my desk.

Unfortunately,

sad to tell,

they also have

a funny smell.

So though I'm fast,

and though I'm fleet,

and though at sports

I can't be beat,

no team will pick

me to compete,

because they always

smell defeat.

--Kenn Nesbitt

London Withdrawals

It was always a dream of mine to one day visit London. Last August that dream became reality when I went there for two weeks to train for my new position at work. What an experience - seeing firsthand those iconic structures I have only seen on television, in movies and books. I had trouble putting my camera down and living in the moment. I was so afraid I would miss an opportunity for the "perfect" picture. So what if I ended up with 23 pictures of Big Ben and 37 pictures of Tower Bridge? I was in my glory... there was no stopping me!

Well, it has now been almost a year since my London voyage and last night the withdrawal pains began. All because of one movie - Sherlock Holmes. Pathetic, I know. Why I cannot even watch a movie which just so happens to take place in my London London without feeling a little forlorn is beyond me. You would think I would be satisfied with having the opportunity I had... to go even once. You would think...

Dory the Dragonfly

Ok, yes you may find it strange that I took a picture of a dragonfly resting on my finger. You may find it even more peculiar that I went as far as naming it. I have to admit I consider dragonflies to be a bit misunderstood, if you will.

Yes their eyes appear abnormally large for their bodies. Yes they can go from hovering ever so gently nearby to whizzing by your head without so much as a polite warning. Yes they may follow you around in droves. Truth be told - I find dragonflies quite endearing. From the whisper their busy wings produce, their charming nature, their long paper thin wings, even those bulging eyes that appear to be watching you no matter which way they face.

The reason I chose the name Dory is because it means Gift of God (Greek origin). You may not agree but I consider these creatures just that - a gift from God. They are a reminder of the beauty he has created all around us - from the peaks of the biggest mountains all the way down to the tiniest of creatures... such as Dory.